Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Ring the alarm, I wanna stay calm cause
I'm to rip this Psalm
When the mic is gripped my do split up like
Bombs from

'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or
Lyrics I lick my tongue
And I nymn with my teeth
This lyrical you can't stop this from the West Indies

You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words and broken up
In these and scrolls that I unfold
The knowledge I use does make me
The in my system

itself and becomes wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, of steel pan and Calypso
Cyop is a buck and a buck is a
That's the real thing and a natural fact

This lyrical man you can't me back
From the red, the white, and also the
Island, which is my land, my place of
You can by the tongue that's swung

And the structure in me verse
So all don't cross this border
'Cause by now you should sort of
wise but now I despise

All that's out of order
Don't try to test any of the
'Cause I'm not done with the boxin'
The beatin' and the

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you can't me
And my you'll bite and learn
Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical just like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the them

That me big 'boutcha under roots and
And the bad in the pen
Because I grip the mic
(Yes, man)
All MC's do stop yes and hush

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With lyrical styles of such
And if I do unleash a lyrical
Lyrics never cease, then a piece unleash and make it brief

Please don't yes or thief
C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the
me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage
And drop rhymes just the

Quote for quote, for note, did you comprehend
So jack it up and it up operator
Wheel and come
'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic and sound like wanna-be's

But a not what I want to be
See the have to be
The true prophets
Free to FU-Schnick prophecies

We untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not faking Jamaican, so all you better run
Because Mr. FU man a come

And me sitdong pon de sitdong pion de vibes
A de don
True me full up a and me wicked and wild
peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb

And it in a noun
Uno give I and I respect
When this I come
out

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three
Come me
POC FU's the rough-neck and I'm the wild Apache
See I'm the C the H the I the P

Down the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And when the M the I the C is in my H the
I preach and teach and all ghetto youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get something
All MC's come out with styles
And all of them do great

But ring the alarm and don't calm
Because I won't
lyrical styles that I compile
To and teach and educate me, a new jack brother
(Who's that)

When you were at the parties rapping and I did a chat
On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and
Yes and who hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect
So just pack up your lyrics are weak when you speak

Don't step so just back up, wake up, off the make-up
The mic I'll break up
MC's from limb, slim me trim
You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't no pattern

So take to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought
Which was to one and another
All slack MC's better the alarm
In other words, run for